The Beauty of A Cracked Soul can never fit into a mold. The energy flows so freely there's no way it can ever be contained. The best of the best remain. You tried to strip me of my being. Much to your dismay. . .it was freeing. Swaying in the wind and blowing afar. It was you that inflicted this scar. You pretend that your part is so obsolete. When in reality you are the one that my soul defeats.
The Beauty of A Cracked Soul is something that could never be tamed. You attempted to cage an animal that was meant to fly or it could go insane. Everything that I gave you was never about me. You misinterpreted that thing called loyalty. There's always two sides to every story, the problem is that you're so busy thirsting for the glory. You'll never admit your wrongdoing and it's fine because we already know. Not just us . .but even the ones that said "see I told you so."
The Beauty of A Cracked Soul continues to be what we share. Funny thing is, you don't seem to care. Pushing, pulling and running away, that's your view of what it is to be okay. Nothing is sane about that behavior. You're escape from the obvious doesn't make you anyone's savior. Pretending to be something you're not is quite amusing to say the least. It's sad how that very thing has awakened your inner beast.
The Beauty of A Cracked Soul is all I have left. You took everything I thought I once possessed and stripped me of the rest. My dignity, sanity and my inner peace. Lucky for the both of us . . I did what I did not for you, but for me. Everything you said I couldn't be or do. I thank you for planting that seed too. Without your blessing I seemed to flourish and grow. The Beauty of A Cracked Soul you'll never know.
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With Love,
LR Wilson, Founder
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